We must pay for the wine we have drunk.

I cannot help thinking that the death of the young is not in the plan of our being, and that we are ourselves greatly responsible for it. Indeed I believe we are at the beginning only of the art of living.

I wish, by the way, that I knew who separated Time from eternity there seems only one thing to me, and I always feel that I am in eternity.

It is a device of mine never to grudge trouble in the pursuit of what seems to me really good and never to grudge payment for it afterwards.

This seclusion of the artist with his work, sometimes misconceived as a selfish thing, is in truth as needful a tool as any, if a vision is to be made clear to others. And all the men I have known do creative work obtained it either mechanically, by the walls of a workroom, or by that withdrawal into themselves which is part of their power.